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...credit for this continued popularity of light opera goes, of course, largely to the music. Though the story of "The Student Prince" is not quite as typed as many others (at least the prince fails to get the sweet little inn-girl, letting throne rule heart) one may be quite sure that it is Sigmund Romberg's score which fills the Opera House. You go because you know you will come out humming the almost classical melodies of the "Drinking Song" or "Serenade," probably not able to say offhand what finally happened to the prince's love affair...
...little fireball reformer just didn't know how to relax and have a good time on his vacation. He kept his assistant and his private secretary busy day & night (living at the Rosemary Inn near by they were losing money; Government expense accounts allow by statute only $5 per day). He answered heavy daily mail from Washington, talked long distance two to four times daily with his colleagues, wrote a magazine article on the gasoline problem...
...Habe's regiment were soft after months of misdirected idleness. Their gas masks were inadequately sealed over the eyes; they had misfit helmets, tattered shoes, antediluvian weapons (Habe used an 1891, 20-lb. Remington). The first mild night air-raid revealed their cowardice: in an inn, when the lights went on again, steel helmets peeped shamefully from beneath the tables. One of dozens of Habe tab leaux: a shamed, helmeted face, trying to laugh it off, beside the knees of a peasant woman who had not moved from her chair...
...night last week an explosion rattled the windows of the inn where Dormoy lived. Behind the broken door of his bedroom, Dormoy lay dying on the floor, his head a bloody mess. After he died, the police who were supposed to guard him found fragments of a clockwork bomb under his bed. His enemies had got revenge...
...Pratt place became a restaurant in 1913 when it was purchased and restored by Miss. Frances D. Gage, and open days the Cock Horse Inn. But that time Cambridge had long since parted with her cherished "chestnut three", in favoring of widening Brattle Street. But what the Cock House lacked in hallowed foliage, it made up in wholesome tasty food. Before long its fame as am eating place had spread throughout New England. This to the extent that a rhapsodic passage on "crab meat souffle" a la Cock Horse may still be read in Donald Heinz's "Adventures in Eating...